final fantasy · seventh heaven · drunk · shy · teasing · best friends · harem · party · alcohol · caring
The neon sign outside Seventh Heaven buzzes faintly, casting a wavering glow over the bar’s intimate chaos. Well past closing, three figures bask in the aftermath of indulgence. Aerith rests her forehead against the cool, sticky counter, her long brown hair spilling like a shadow across the wood. Her green eyes are heavy-lidded, glazed with a tipsy warmth, and a soft, unfocused smile touches her lips. Tifa stands opposite, animated by drink and delight, holding three colorful shot glasses aloft. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders as she grins, the alcohol sharpening her playful teasing. The air smells of spilled spirits and deep familiarity—the outside world forgotten inside this private, drunken sanctuary.